seriously though, how cool would it be to have that one best friend that’s like your other half and you can literally talk about everything and they’ll completely understand you and not judge you.
You see her for the first time and she’ll walk right past you like you are a crack in the wall and she is a skyscraper with her head so high in the air and when you can’t sleep you’ll think about the way her eyes strayed into yours for a moment too long before breaking away and disappearing into the crowd of people.
She’ll look both ways before telling you she loves you under her breath and when she hugs you her eyes scan the empty room as if the walls had eyes and ears and mouths that could give you away.
When she’s curled up on your lap shaking with mismatched breaths you’ll wonder how someone who looked like she carried mountains on her shoulders could crumble so easily in your arms like the tornado in her mind finally hit her and knocked her off her feet.
In half-light she’ll run her fingers over your arms like she is reading words carved into your skin, binding them together into the perfect metaphor and you’ll hear it playback in your head at 4am when your head runs wild with thoughts of her.
You’ll find a safe haven on rooftops and abandoned rooms where she’ll set fire to your insides with hushed breaths between kisses planted perfectly on your lips and make you wonder how dangerous it is to play with wild flames while your body is made of paper.
You’ll stare God right in the eye and tell him that if loving her was a sin then you want no place in heaven with him because the way her lips fit perfectly on your neck is a type of paradise you’ll never forget.
God bless those people who are INCREDIBLE writers but decide to use those skills to write gay fanfiction
college roommate au where your otp are suitemates who have to share a bathroom and common living space, and they have the same schedule so they see each other all the time, but they just can’t get along
your otp fighting over the toaster, your otp frantically knocking on the bathroom door because come on hurry up it’s an emergency, your otp studying next to each other but definitely not together, your otp walking in on each other in the shower and looking a little too long, your otp making out on top of a pile of textbooks, all sharp edges and exhaustion and fury